Page 268 of Rosetti Family New York
“Then yes. Obviously yes.”
I exhale as if relieved of a weight I’ve carried for months. My hands cradle her face, and I kiss her like she’s the only thing keeping me alive.
“I love you,” I murmur against her mouth.
The words feel like a confession.
She pulls back, her eyes shining.
“Say it again.”
“Love you,” I repeat, voice hoarse and rough.
“Again,” she demands. “Over and over.”
“God, you’re greedy,” I say, but I don’t stop.
I say it until it’s the only word that matters.
“Never enough,” she says, a challenge in her voice.
I devour her mouth in a kiss, and she pulls back just enough to whisper, “I love you too, Rafe.”
That’s it. I break. I stand, lift her off her feet, and toss her onto the bed. She bounces once, hair falling wild around her face, and I crawl over her as if I have all night.
“You’re mine, Sloane. Every part of you,” I growl.
“Yes,” she breathes.
My heart is pounding, my blood is pounding, and I swear she’s never looked more beautiful. She’s never looked more mine.
Her fingers hook around my neck, pulling me down, and I go willingly, knowing I’ll give her anything she asks for. She kisses me with a fierceness I didn’t know she had, and I let it consume me.
“Rafe,” she breathes.
“Everything,” I say, “I want everything, Sloane.”
I can barely stand it, can barely stand her.
“Show me how much,” she says, and I’m done.
I roll onto my back, take her with me. She straddles my hips, her smile dizzying, and I have to stop and catch my breath before I go insane. She’s all fire and softness, heat and promise, the kind of woman who should ruin me but doesn’t. Instead, she makes me whole.
“Still not leaving,” she says, wicked and full of laughter.
“Good,” I growl, because I can’t think of anything else, can’t think of anything but her, and I pull her close, kissing her with everything I have.
I peel her shirt up, taking my time, savoring the way her skin feels, the way she lets out a breathy sigh. It drives me wild. It drives me right out of my mind. I can’t get enough. She’s soft, sweet, perfect, and I lose track of everything. My hands, my mouth, my world, it’s all her.
Her shirt hits the floor, and I drag my lips down her neck, over her collarbone, losing my damn mind. She’s only in her underwear now, black lace against her creamy skin.
“Too much fabric. Take it off,” I demand.
Her smile is all heat and madness, the kind of smile that could break a lesser man. She slips off my lap, strips off her underwear, and I stare at her, feeling wrecked, feeling alive. Her curves, her skin, her, I could lose myself in her forever.
When she’s bare, she climbs back onto the bed, teasing me, tempting me, a siren that I have no hope of resisting. She runs her fingers over my chest, tracing the lines of my tattoos, and I can’t handle it.
“You too,” she says, leaning close.
